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Original - I went where the wind calls me 4 / 10

Title: I went where the wind calls me
Chapter: 4 / 10
Rating: for all
Genre: romantic and melancholy
Disclaimer: David and Martina were created by me and therefore my own. ^ ^
Notes: written for the community seven notes.
Song: "Smell like then Spirit" by Nirvana
Words: 457

1. The bomber-Fabrizio De Andrè 4:21

2. Thoughts and words - Lucio Battisti 3:53

3. Miserere - Zucchero 4:14

4. The war is over - Baustelle 4:00

5. Smells Like Teen Spirits - Nirvana 4:57

6. Serenade of the road - Modena City Ramblers 3:34

7. Wild World - Cat Stevens 3:20

8. A love suicide – Yutaka Minobe 3:52

9. The noose – A perfect circle 4:52

10. Tallulah - Sonata Arctica 5:23

Progresso: 3/10

VADO DOVE IL VENTO MI CHIAMA

Davide ha ceduto. All'ispirazione. Dopo aver scritto la frase sul molo avrebbe voluto andare diretto alla stazione e prendere il primo treno alla cieca, senza sapere dove lo avrebbe portato, ma la tentazione di estrarre the guitar from its case to try to give life to the jingle in his head was too strong. Seated on a bollard
tune your instrument by ear. His face shows a concentrated expression that Martina has always loved. Countless times he has charmed to observe it, is involved in this situation, and when her features are smoothed out, once you start playing. The first person to relax into a gentle smile on his face, then once in the neck shoulders arms, even legs.
Illuminated by the light of the midday sun seems to shine. For once, his guitar does not emit the sounds "wild and animalistic," as Martin likes to call them, but a clean melody, full of melancholy. I try to sketch out a few words to express what I feel, but do not seem to hit too much has always been her, Martha, the lyricist. He lacks the mental agility, but instead it has no problem when it comes to tracking melodies, as they may seem far more vague and difficult to reach. A dark guy sits down beside him and sings "Hello, hello, hello, how low? (*)", Though he is playing everything else. David has seen approaching from a distance, moving away from the music.
- You are wrong, my friend - he tells his address smiling. What nods and starts fiddling with his bag, saying - I know, quiet. It seemed just a way of "Music" to play down a bit '... you could see from down there that you were depressed, and the music you are playing does not help! Listen to me, now I'll take you with this - and that just shows the Djambi extract - and play something a bit 'happier, eh? To relax and enjoy a little! -.
David would reply that he has no time, a train to catch ... which train then? But realize that it is precisely for situations like this that is life and it is better to take it away on the fly. Then it can wait a moment before leaving the city ... and Martina.
slowly begins to change arrangements to keep pace with the other person is taking, becoming more and more frenzied. She closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment, not thinking of anything more to say except that svelte pluck the strings. He always loved to improvise: the only way it knows how to put completely bare his soul and give it the part of himself that he tends to hide from everyone, including himself. It was moved, bursting into tears.

(*) phrase "Smell like then Spirit" of Nirvana